today i will walk to my grandmother's house for a visit. she'll be turning 89 this october and she is so exuberantly full of life. her favorite color is blue and she will undoubtedly be wearing several different shades of it today. we will spend the afternoon together with the air cut off, the curtains drawn and the windows open. we will talk about family, the past and also the future. she will show me around all of her house plants (some 97 and counting), some dating back to 50 years old or more. she will share with me some lemons from her lemon tree that she ever so carefully moves inside and out each season, self pollinating it with a paint brush every year. she will show me her ever so fragile tomato seedlings that she's started on the heat bed that my grandfather built her some ten years ago before he passed away. we will almost certainly play a game of skip-bo and sip on a can of dr. pepper through a salvaged straw she's saved from eating out. this will be the only soda i drink until we meet again. we will talk about life, love and prayer. though she's in excellent health, not being around her is one of the hardest things about not living here anymore. i can't bare to think that i'm missing out on the simple joys of her life like the ones above. but that's what makes days like this so special.